DISPATCH x reader Oneshots!

🍋 PART 2: Robert x Jealous!Fem!Reader

" Open. "

You do. The spice blooms across your tongue; he watches your mouth like it's the most fascinating thing in the room. Another bite. Then a sip of soda he tilts to your lips. The whole ritual is quiet, intimate, slow. Every time you try to reach for the chopsticks yourself, he intercepts, feeding you with that same steady patience he uses to dispatch the idiots back at work.

Halfway through the carton, his thumb brushes a stray grain of rice from the corner of your mouth. He doesn't move it away. Just traces the curve of your lower lip, eyes tracking the motion.

" Better? " he asks, voice low.

You nod, throat suddenly dry. " A little. "

He sets the food aside with some cartons still full to the brim, steaming hot. Both arms are circling you now, pulling you closer until you're chest to chest. His heartbeat is steady under your palm; yours is racing.

" Tell me what you saw today, " he murmurs against your temple.

You huff. " Her shoulder brushing yours. The way she said 'good catch' like it was a secret. The— " You stop, cheeks heating.

" The what? "

" The way she looked at you. Like you're the answer to every problem on her board. "

He hums, thoughtful. " And how did that make you feel? "

" Small, " you admit, the word barely audible.

He exhales, half-laugh. " Blazer's intense. Always has been. Runs the branch like a machine. But that's it. " His thumb traces your jaw. "I'm not in her orbit, [name]. I'm in yours."

You snort, soft and incredulous. " God, that's corny. "

The words barely leave your mouth before his lips crash into yours,, firm, deliberate, silencing. He swallows the rest of your protest, tongue sweeping in like he's claiming every syllable you almost wasted. Your hands fly to his shoulders on instinct, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as he angles your head exactly where he wants it.

When he finally pulls back... just far enough to speak against your mouth,, his voice is rough velvet. " Corny works. Keeps you quiet. "

You're breathless, lips tingling. " Fuck you. "

" You just might, " he murmurs, and kisses you again, slower this time, deeper, until the only sound in the kitchen is the soft clink of takeout forgotten on the counter.

He doesn't let the kiss end; he just shifts it, tilting your head back against the island's edge so he can taste the line of your throat. One hand slides from your jaw to the nape of your neck, fingers threading into your hair, holding you steady while the other slips under the hem of your shirt. Slow, deliberate circles over your ribs, thumb brushing the underside of your bra. You arch into the touch without thinking.

" Tell me to stop, baby. "

You answer by tugging his shirt free from his waistband, nails scraping lightly up his spine. He grunts,, soft, approving,, and lifts you onto the counter in one smooth motion. Your skirt rides up; the granite is cool against your thighs. He steps between them, hips pressing forward until you feel exactly how hard he is. How much he wants this. Wants you.

His mouth finds yours again, slower now, savoring. He tastes like sesame and heat and the promise of every filthy thing he's about to do. While you're distracted, his hands work your buttons open,, one, two, three,, until your shirt hangs loose. He peels it off your shoulders, lets it drop to the floor. Bra next. The clasp gives with a soft snap; he eases the cups down and palms you, thumbs circling until your head falls back on a gasp.

" These tits, " he murmurs against your skin, voice rough. " Been thinking about them all day. " He drops to his knees.

Skirt pushed to your waist, panties tugged down and off in one smooth pull. He spreads you open with his thumbs. The first slow lick is flat and broad, the second curls right where you need it. You fist his hair, thighs trembling. He doesn't speed up,, just keeps that torturous rhythm, tongue and lips and the occasional gentle scrape of teeth until you're panting.

" Love how wet you get for me, " he says between licks, breath hot against your clit. " So fucking responsive. "

When he slides two fingers inside, curling them in a lazy come-hither, you nearly slide off the counter. He steadies you with a hand splayed across your lower back, mouth never stopping. The pressure builds, coiling tight and hot, until he sucks your clit once,, hard,, and you come with a sharp cry, clenching around his fingers, hips jerking against his tongue.

He rises, mouth slick and shining, and kisses you so you taste yourself on him. While you're dazed, he frees himself,, belt, zipper, the low rasp of fabric. He's thick and hot against your thigh. You reach for him, but he catches your wrists, pins them to the counter on either side of your hips.

" Eyes on me. "

You nod, breathless. He lines up, drags the head through your wetness once, twice,, then pushes in, slow and relentless, until he's buried to the hilt. The stretch is perfect, overwhelming. He stills, lets you adjust, forehead pressed to yours.
" Feel that? " he whispers. " All of me. Just for you. "

You roll your hips. That's all the permission he needs.

He sets a rhythm,, deep, measured strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside you. One hand releases your wrist to slide between you, thumb circling your clit in time with his thrusts. The kitchen echoes with the slap of skin, your broken moans, his low groans. He angles your hips higher, drives deeper, until the counter creaks beneath you.

You come again,, harder this time, vision whiting out, clenching around him so tight he curses under his breath. He follows seconds later, hips stuttering, burying himself deep with a ragged " [name]— " as he spills inside you.

After, he just wraps his arms around you, lifts you off the counter, and carries you to the couch, still trembling. He settles with you in his lap, kissing your temple, your eyelids, the corner of your mouth.

" Takeout's cold, " he murmurs eventually.

You laugh, shaky and sated. " Worth it. "

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Hi every1!! So sorry for the lack of updates 💔 I'm not sure if you guys heard but two typhoons have hit the Philippines recently which is why I couldn't update regularly. I hope you guys like this one!!

Up next: 🍋 Invisigal x Fem!Reader

Alsooo, what do u guys prefer? Y/N or [name]? I feel kinda silly when I type both while writing.